Verse 01 - Video

[poeticverses]

[The feed opens up on a...pretty beat up redhead. Dried blood, bruises starting to form, cuts and scrapes, everything short of bullet wounds, really.

Those were healed before he woke up.

It takes a second for him to realize that he got it to start recording and he blushes a bit. Not that you can tell with all the bruising and whatnot, but. He looks like any beat-up 19th century Frenchman: dirty, bloody shirt, bloody blue waistcoat...basically, he didn't bother to clean up before figuring out this console.

When he speaks, his voice is fairly soft and he's terribly awkward, and not just because he's talking into a box]

The gentleman who brought me here said I could use this...device to contact others in the city. Does...is anyone else here from Paris? If so, are you familiar with Les Amis de l'ABC? My name is Jehan--Jean, but I prefer Jehan--Prouvaire, and I need to know if I'm the only one of us here. If I am not, could you please direct me to my friends?

[Don't ask if he wants to be alone here or not. He couldn't tell you]

I also need a doctor, please. I don't think I am in any danger of dying now, but I would rather not risk it.

Ah...thank you.


[[ooc: for those of you not familiar with French, "Jehan" does has a different sound than "Jean"]]

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[poeticverses]

I hope they're not dead, and they were all alive when I last saw them but...

["We wouldn't likely have lasted."]

[howherolls]

If they are dead, they might end up here.

[ pause ]

Not that that's a reason to hope they've died.

[poeticverses]

No, I understood. I'm afraid I'm being told conflicting stories about what exactly this place is, however. Is it the afterlife or not? Do you know?

[howherolls]

I'm not sure. Until I arrived here, I had never really heard the term before. Something about souls, right?

[poeticverses]

[He nods. It's strange that he hadn't heard of the afterlife before, but maybe he's from a particularly strange country]

It's supposed to be where you go after you die.

[howherolls]

I guess someone was right about that much, at least. Are you alright?

[poeticverses]

As well as I can be, all things considered, or at least I will be after I've rested. Thank you for your concern, Monsieur....?

[howherolls]

Mellark.


But you can just call me Peeta. That's what everyone else does.

[ or lover boy. but that doesn't exactly feel appropriate ]

[poeticverses]

Oh, that's much too impolite. But thank you.

[19th century manners, man]

[howherolls]

[ he cringes. ]

I'm fine with...bad manners.

[poeticverses]

[Hm. Well, okay]

I will try to remember that, then.